The fighting has been going on, and there are figures of fighting and fighting everywhere on the ground and in the sky.
Somewhere in the mid-air, three figures stood facing each other.
Looking at the two demon monks holding giant black flags in front of him, Mo Juren had a hint of surprise in his eyes.
After the battle just now, no one came to trouble him again.
In this regard, he was naturally happy to have some leisure time, so he simply stopped somewhere to observe the situation on the battlefield, and occasionally glanced at Han Yunzhi's location.
Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. After only a moment of leisure, two demonic monks dressed in black robes and whose cultivation was in the late stage of foundation building suddenly flew over.
The two looked cold, as if without any emotion. As soon as Fang met each other, he summoned a huge black flag at the same time, and then quickly shook it. I don’t know what kind of magic weapon the giant flag was. As it continued to shake, black and red thick fog suddenly rose above the flag. The next moment, it turned into two fog dragons and roared toward his location like lightning and flint. And arrived.
"What a speed!"
While Mo Juren was evading as fast as he could, his brows were furrowed even more tightly. Even though he was far away, he could still hear the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling from time to time in the thick fog, that kind of heart-rending demonic sound. , made him think of something instantly.
Ghosts, and a large number of wronged souls with endless resentment.
"Damn it!"
How could Mo Juren not know what this thing was? It must be some kind of demonic evil weapon that was refined by devouring a large number of souls through blood sacrifice.
This is also a trick used by demonic monks. Since normal means cannot hurt you, then this kind of attack carrying a huge amount of dirty energy is particularly effective.
Just as the other party expected, even if Mo Juren relied on his own strength, he would not dare to let such a dirty thing get close easily, otherwise, there might be some trouble.
In a blink of an eye, two mist dragons were approaching. Mo Juren waved his hands quickly, and two spiritual talismans flew out at high speed, turning into two balls of black and red flames and colliding directly with the incoming mist dragons.
The 'corrosive flames' were extremely powerful, and the poison carried terrifying high temperatures, burning the two mist dragons to death in an instant. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mo Juren quickly flew back, widening the distance between him and the opponent.
The fog dragon was easily neutralized. A trace of surprise flashed across the eyes of the two black-robed demon cultivators, but they continued to move and sway the giant flags in their hands.
In just a breath, two black and red fog dragons that were twice as big as before condensed out again, without any pause, and attacked his position again.
Wulong's speed became even faster, and he had no time to react at all. He was almost in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Naturally, Mo Juren would not sit still and wait for death. As he flew away, there was a flash of blood in his hand. It was the top-level magic weapon 'Blood Evil Sword' that he had just obtained not long ago. When this sword is used, it will carry blood evil energy, and it also has a certain filthy effect. Therefore, it is suitable for facing evil weapons such as the black giant flag.
Powerful mana was continuously injected into it, and soon it was successfully initially refined, and it no longer affected its use.
Mo Juren stopped, without any hesitation, and instantly sacrificed it in the air. The blood light surged, and in the next moment, it turned into a line of blood light and rushed directly into the flying fog dragon.
The two mist dragons were insubstantial, so they were naturally unable to stop them when faced with magic weapons that were not afraid of filth. The bloody sword, about a foot long, swept across them wantonly, and soon became difficult to gather together, eventually scattering.
In this regard, Mo Juren did not look happy at all. In front of his eyes, two black-robed demon cultivators began to move again. If the spellcasting of these two people is not interrupted, the fog dragon formed by them will be endless.
In a flash of thought, the Blood Fiend Sword suddenly turned and shot straight towards the two people in front.
The two black-robed demon cultivators were naturally aware of it. One of them stopped the giant flag, turned his hand and slapped it towards the storage bag. Then a black ruler-shaped magic weapon was sacrificed to fight with the incoming blood evil sword.
The two repeated the previous actions again and continued to shake the giant flag. In an instant, the black and red mist dragon appeared again.
"It's a bit much."
On the high platform of the seven factions camp, the monk named Bai frowned slightly. Two demon cultivators in the late stage of foundation building besieged one of his own, which was really a bit too bullying. Then he sent a message to somewhere behind him, and immediately, a beam of light rose into the sky and flew forward at high speed.
"If Liu is not mistaken, the two giant flags should be imitations of the Blood Soul Flag, the most precious treasure of the Tiansha Sect. Those who can hold this treasure must not be ordinary people."
"I think they are just descendants of a certain strong man, but the Tiansha Sect is too shameless. On the battlefield, everyone relied on their own abilities. Didn't they just steal two magic weapons? They actually sent two masters to take revenge. ? He really has the demeanor of a master of the Lost Demon Dao."
"Two magical artifacts! Those are two top-level magical artifacts! One of them is still rare and top-quality. It would be strange if the other party is indifferent." Hearing the ridiculously biased words of the monk surnamed Bai, the silver-haired old man was speechless. Of course, I just think about it in my mind and it’s hard to say it out loud.
After a pause, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said again,
"The face of the young man in brocade robes just now had a hint of the True Monarch of Heavenly Evil. Could it be that he is a descendant of his bloodline? If so, fellow Taoist would like to remind you, this junior, that demons will always retaliate. In the future, Be careful."
"What!" After hearing the reminder, the monk surnamed Bai's complexion changed slightly, and without hesitation, his lips trembled slightly at any time, and he sent a sound to the front.
"Tiansha Zhenjun!"
On the battlefield, Mo Juren suddenly felt shocked when he heard the voice transmission.
Sure enough, his previous guess was correct. The young man in brocade robes did have an extraordinary origin, and he was actually a descendant of the master of the Tiansha Sect.
After learning everything, Mo Juren couldn't help but curse in his heart, why would you go to the front line to compete with a group of cannon fodder with such a great background? Why don't you learn from Wang Chan of the Ghost Spirit Sect and Lian Feihua of the Demon Flame Sect. They are also the direct bloodline of the Demonic Sect Master, but they have been carrying out sneak attacks and destruction in the enemy's hinterland. That is what the real elite should do. Look at you again, running to the battlefield with a bunch of top-quality treasures to show off, don't you feel embarrassed?
Even though he was scolded, he was not too worried. This is all a matter between juniors, and there is no real fight between life and death. Would the other party, the ancestor of Nascent Soul, still seek revenge on him personally for two magical weapons?
After all, the other party is the leader of a sect, so he still needs face. What's more, behind the Spirit Beast Mountain is the Yuling Sect, which merged after the war. As both are masters of the Demonic Way, the other party should be more scrupulous.
After some thought and weighing, Mo Juren stopped worrying about the matter and continued his battle with the black-robed demon cultivator. Of course, after learning the opponent's identity, he would not work so hard. The bloody sword and the opponent seemed to be fighting fiercely, but they were all feints.
The black-robed demon cultivator obviously noticed this, and a trace of doubt flashed in his cold eyes. However, he did not point it out. Instead, he directly put away the giant flag, and then chose the same method with a tacit understanding, controlling the black ruler magic weapon to swim with it.
The reason for this is not without reason. The moment another late-stage foundation-building monk from the Seven Factions camp flew over, the opportunity disappeared. After testing, the person in front of him has determined that he is too difficult to deal with, and it is impossible for him to defeat the opponent by himself.
In this case, it is better to cooperate with the opponent and have a fight, which can be regarded as an explanation to the young master.
In the demonic camp.
At this time, the young man in brocade robe standing somewhere felt the urge to vomit blood.
The Blood Demon Sword was robbed, and the Blood Thunder Orb was snatched away. In a panic, he could only retreat temporarily. However, when he thought about the two top-level magic weapons being taken away inexplicably, he felt extremely depressed.
I have never suffered such a big loss since I was a child. The key is face, and it is really embarrassing to think of the scene of running away in gray and gray just now. If other acquaintances found out about this, wouldn't it mean that they would be laughed to death?
When he thought of this, he couldn't bear it any longer, and simply sent out the two guards who came with him. It would be best if he could kill the opponent, or he could be seriously injured. If that didn't work, he would have to beat him until he ran away in embarrassment. Only then can we save some face.
Yes, even at this time, the young man in brocade robes is most concerned about his face. As for the magic weapon, although it hurts a little, he can accept it. After all, he is not as good as others.
It's a pity that he miscalculated again. The opponent was difficult to deal with alone, and there were helpers behind him. At the critical moment, a late-stage foundation-building monk once again rushed out and rescued the enemy in time.
"Is it possible that this person, like me, is looked after by elders?"
Thinking of this, the young man in brocade robes stared at the battlefield again. Unlike before, the other party's dark eyes suddenly burst out with strong curiosity.
On the battlefield,
Mo Juren was naturally unaware of the changes in the heart of the young man in brocade robes. At this time, while he was pretending to be fighting with the black-robed demon cultivator, he was also distractedly looking after another area.
That was where Han Yunzhi was. At this time, the other party was no longer as relaxed as before and seemed to be in trouble.
Two demonic monks in dark green robes were controlling a dozen white skeletons to float in the air. On the other side, Han Yunzhi was standing side by side with a female companion in a white dress, above the jade face. Full of solemnity.
